The Timelord lay his head down on the cool metal console of the Tardis, letting out a groan. His whole body ached and his stomach lurched along with the small movements the Tardis made in a calm motion. His senses were extremely dulled due to the sickness he didn't want to accept in the slightest but he could still feel the the strong presence of Rose. The Doctor looked up at the girl who shone with concern.
"I feel fine, Rose." He muttered, reading her expression in such detail. The girl frowned, hating when he used his "superior senses" to read her like a book. He laid his head back onto the cool metal, trying to ignore her overwhelming concern that he felt radiating through him. It was odd, he never felt emotions from others this strong before, and he hated it. She moved her way in front of him, causing him to look up.
"Doctor, you're obviously ill." Rose said, causing him to retort in a cold way. "Rose, I am not a child, I can take care of myself." His stomach churned with a sudden intensity that caused him to groan. He wanted nothing more than to feel her soft skin which radiated heat and to curl up, but he knew he couldn't, he didn't deserve her in the slightest.
His thoughts couldn't be hidden and to Rose he looked miserable and in a strange way...sad. He was looking into her deep brown eyes now, trying not to strangely stare at her. "Doctor, you look like you're about to cry." She walked next to him and tried to stand him up, hoping to get him to bed.
He complied and stood, not as woozy as he'd thought he would be. Her warm hand took his chilled one, making him shiver from the pleasurable sensation of warmth. "You're so cold, is that normal?" He shook his head, looking away from her intense gaze. She knew not to take it personally by now. "Rose..." he muttered, voice broken as he looked back to her, eyes watery as she stared into them. Eyes that held so much grief built up from so many years, and she saw guilt in them, present guilt, but from what? He looked so lonely to her, something that she had gotten right once more.
She noticed tears that fell slowly down his cheeks and wiped them away, even he hadn't noticed them. "Doctor, you're crying..." She said softly, never breaking the gaze that held him so severely. He was silent, taking in gulps of air as he tried not to sob, seeming to dive into emotion and forgetting about the illness that chilled him so much. "S-sorry..." he stuttered out looking to his left, not daring to break the gaze of the two. She squeezed his hand, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, which immediately warmed with a blush. "You shouldn't be..." He sniffled, wiping his nose with his free hands sleeve. She knew he felt guilty, it seemed to radiate off of him, but she didn't know how to tell the crying Timelord.
Rose knew that'd soon he would break, she could just tell. He was fragiler than he let on, she'd seen him cry many times, sob even, usually alone in his room, sobs racking his body, but she'd never mention it, afraid to embarrass him or be asked why she had been watching him. "worry", she would say, "Because i'm worried..." But she never did, now he was crying in front of her and she had no idea what to do.